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Drawing from scratch is STRESSFUL, so to calm those nerves I'mma do redraws until I feel better.
The goal here was to stick to the canon-style while still being like, “This is Rei–but AFROcan ”
Also also, BGs still are “oof” for me, so I just. Didn’t. Heh.
This was supposed to be quick, fun, and self-indulgent. I’m trying to stop being intimidated by art again and just do it for the hell of it. Not get all stressed from it again.
Oh, another thing, I changed her overalls from pink to red. Why? Because she’s Sailor Mars. And Mars (in Astro) is about that red. And I obsess over both because both are fun so, there you have it.
Anywho, this has made me want to re-obsess over yet another childhood obsession: Sailor Moon, lolol. I still adore Pokemon but one needs a break. And apparently, my two-year hiatus was not enough. Woops. So bam. Sailor Moon phase time <3.
HD and Bonus of this version on the patreon;)
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A finished commission for awaicu on Flight Rising! I have really enjoyed taring at this little (?) guy’s face(s) while working, this little soul stealer is adorable.
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This was not the first of the sculptress’s works which had walked away of its own accord, but this may be the first which could destroy her. The bones had something dark attached. A presence far older than just the spirits of the creatures who had used the chipping ivory in life. Now out of its mother’s control, it grows.
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Does your vampire bat keep demanding blood for nutrition and sustenance, day after day, night after night? Mine too.
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Another USD commission for CrazyBat on Flight Rising! This turned out super cute, I bit off a little more than I could chew with all those succulents and trees, but it was fun to color despite how time consuming it was.
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I am cracking up at how good this random blood goop study looks on RB products! I want one of each of these in my house ASAP. This is the best thing I’ll ever draw.
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Practicing little spiderling designs~ Some are more spider than others. There are gonna be over 40 of them, so some variety is alright while I’m figuring them out. ️ ️ ️
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Listen to the wind blowing in the grass/ discard your depression
Believe that tomorrow will be sunny too/ never worry about having any dreams
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Out of the blue. Sudden glitch. Unexpected sensation. Galvanic and arresting. Mercurial but growing. Stinging, not unpleasant.
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Daytime Moon. Microsoft Paint.
A drawing that I wrestled with on account of some conflicting color schemes. It was a fun way to cool down from the mild confusion of online classes. I seem to be preferring blues as of late.
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Still Dreaming. Microsoft Paint
A semi-quick drawing to get into the swing of things. It’s an homage to this ancient drawing.
Like many others, I have been meditating on recent events, and I have been thinking about what it means to be black in America. As a black American, my heart aches to see the emergence of the justice that my ancestors, brothers, and sisters have been so direly deprived of. As a Christian, I also want to understand what Christ-like forgiveness and love looks like without being flippant, passive, nor quick to disregard evil. It is so easy to succumb to feeling like one is doing too little, or to be fueled by (warranted) rage and sadness. I currently lack the words to communicate these thoughts clearly, but I hope that you consider helping in the cause: blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/.
God bless. Our lives - black lives - matter.
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Big, Beautiful Brain. Microsoft Paint.
Not the cleanest nor neatest comic, but it was fun to work on!
One thing that I have been learning (over time, with the help of many patient friends) is that it is possible to reframe nasty thoughts I hold about myself (or have even been told).
For a simple example: My forehead. Objectively, it ispretty darn big - it offered ample real estate for pimples when puberty hit. It’s so big that when I was about 12, a (rather mean) salonist asked if I wanted bangs. When I said no, she nodded her head, pulled down a length of my hair, and cut a set of bangs anyway; she flatly told me that I needed them. The aunt who was with me eagerly agreed. In retrospect, that’s kind of hilarious, but it’s a little traumatic to a middle-school-aged kid with an awful self esteem. As silly as it seems, it’s something about myself that still bugs me from time to time.
There are a lot of deeper, more serious things that I am beginning to unlearn - that I am not weak, that I am not stupid, that I am not talentless. Slowly, but surely, I am realizing that God made me intentionally as I am, and He is still helping me grow, and that’s fine - big, beautiful brain, and all.
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Gaze. Microsoft Paint.
A doodle with a lot of trial and error. It was a ton of fun to work on, though!
What’s she listening to? If I had to guess, it would probably be thisorthis. (I really, really like this musician - quite literally 99.458% of my time spent drawing was spent listening to his stuff.)
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